Georgia's POV
As I was tidying my desk, ready to dash off and meet Ella and Vicky at the mall, my phone buzzed. Without checking, I answered with a grin.
"I'm on my way, I'm just—"
A woman's voice cut me off.
[Is this Ms. Georgia Lewis?]
I blinked, frowning as I glanced at the screen. Not Ella. Not Vicky. Just an unregistered number.
"This is she. May I ask who's calling?"
[This is Violet Knight, Nicholas's mother. Do you have time tonight? Let's have dinner.]
My throat went dry, a nervous gulp catching halfway down. Shopping suddenly felt like a distant luxury. Nick's mother was more important. Much more important.
"I'd be happy to," I replied quickly, maybe too quickly.
[I'll text the restaurant. See you there.]
*Click...*
The line went dead before I could even say goodbye.
A cold prickle ran down my spine. Something about her tone… sharp, cold. It didn't feel like a casual invitation. But what choice did I have? If Violet Knight wanted to see me, I had to face her.
